Personal Journal

Day 3 – July 31, 2021

Day 3 – July 31, 2021 

This was an interesting day. JerseyShore did not bother me most of the day. I later found out he was having trouble with his phone. To my surprise, he did not spend a great deal of time chatting after his phone issues were fixed.

 Of the new messages that I responded to, I connected with three guys. One via Hangouts and two via Whatsapp. All three men were younger than me, but each one was interesting, in their own way.  The gentleman on Hangouts, I will call him Darren. He is twenty-eight and well-spoken. Sadly, he told me that he was a widow whose wife passed on two years ago. He was disappointed with the site and the results because he was truly trying to find one person to get to know and have a relationship with.  

He seemed happy to meet me and we moved our conversation to the Hangouts app. During this chat he and I had, he disclosed that he had a child, a young child. He is the single father of a 2-year-old. For me, this was the deal-breaker. I don’t have children. I have never wanted children and I don’t want to be a full-time parent. I could handle being a stepparent with shared custody, but this is not something I’m willing to do. 

My second contact also younger than me, was a man I will call Evan from Jamaica. Evan is twenty-four years old and fun to talk to. He has a career goal that he is working toward. The only problem I have with him is his youth. I’m pursuing my career goal of a successful writing career. As a self-publisher, that means that I’m busy all the time. I don’t have time for youthful love or infatuation where you spend all your time on the phone or texting each other. While I continue to chat with him, I don’t see this association as a lasting relationship. 

My third contact, again younger than me, was a man I will call Frank from across the pond.  Frank is thirty-eight years old, with a wicked sense of humor, and tells it like it is. I like him. Well, what I know of him so far. We talked about the site and dating online. He’s given me some great insight about it from the male perspective.  

In our initial written chat, he asked what I do for a living. I don’t usually tell people that I’m an author immediately because I’ve found that learning that I write romance either intimidates or causes them to think that I’m an erotica freak, but I told Frank the truth. He took it the way you want people to. He was curious about it but made no real assumptions. I asked him the same question and his reply floored for a second. He said he was a stripper. He followed it up with a question, “Is that a problem for you?”. I thought about it and considering that he lives in London and I’m in Texas, I said no. He called bullshit on my response which tickled me. Then he told me the truth. He’s not a stripper and is a researcher working on his master’s degree. Then he asked if he could call me via WhatsApp.  

We talked for a good little while and it was a delightful conversation. I haven’t laughed that much in a long time.